He, on the other hand, blind as a subterranean thing, just ignored the human mind and ran after his own dark-souled desires, following his own tunnelling nose. She felt often she must suffocate. And she fought him off.

Then he, knowing he was blind, fought madly back again, frantic in sensual fear. He did foolish things.

He asserted himself on his rights, he arrogated the old position of master of the house.

“You've a right to do as I want,” he cried.

“Fool!” she answered. “Fool!”

“I'll let you know who's master,” he cried.

“Fool!” she answered. “Fool! I've known my own father, who could put a dozen of you in his pipe and push them down with his finger-end. Don't I know what a fool you are!”